We all know that love is a small word. And yet it encompasses all. Well, I tell you we live in a small world. So we better answer the call. . It's hard to explain what I'm feeling.
(You have the good times) I got the miles. While in the ways of love I stood still. And each mile that I've traveled they've all been up hill. And when I think about 'em I just cry like a child.
I was riding this eighteen-wheeler before those fading lights. Never paid much money cause I couldnt make much time. There used to be a running battle between old Smokey and me.
Maybe I can love you, maybe be your friend. maybe I can help you; your troubles to mend,. maybe sing a song for you, that's what I know best to do.. Anything you want me to, I'll be..
You say tomorrow you're leaving. It's so hard for me to believe. I'm making plans for the heartaches. 'Cause you're making plans to leave. . The tears for me will be falling.
Looking all around me what do I see. Lots of changing faces and lots of things to be. But I'm happy just to be a part of all I see. As I turn round to look at you.
I got about half high. So I spent the whole weekend out. I got home Monday morning. Tore up like a can of kraut. . My only suit was layin' on the steps.
City girls just seem to find out early. How to open doors with just a smile. A rich old man and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace and go in style.
If it's one of those nights a night that's happy and wild. If you pole the pirogue come for a many a mile. If you're a singing a song feast on gravy and rice.
I guess you think you broke my heart but I don't mind that we're apart. As sure as there's another dawn you can bet that I will be a long time gone. For every time you lied to me I told myself that this can't be.
Let me take you through your sadness. Face the things you cannot meet. Let a sense of purpose fill your heart. Let your soul begin to speak. . The fears that have surrounded you.
If you wonder why I always look so bad and even when I smile I still look sad. Well it's just because I've lost the only love I've ever had. Now I'm livin' in tumble down shack on shabby little street on the hill in Lonelyville.
Days are passing and the time is growing near. We all trying to figure out what we're doing here. Reflections and deception are creeping in. Feel your head and your mind start to spin.
I'm looking for that Lonely Street I've got a sad sad tale to tell. I need a place to go and weep where's this place called Lonely Street. A place where there's just loneliness where dim lights bring forgetfulness.
He seeks and he hides. He lives and he dies. He saw it before we were dreaming. He'll hustle you down. A tin can or a crown. But he'll never play with your feelings.
I've been thinking a lot about the women. the booze that i've been drinking,. the days that I've been spending. something is missing from my experience.
From the dark and lonely part of town comes a man nobody wants around. Dressed in black I cry across the land it's a hurt it's a pain it's lonely man.
A friend and I made one shot run to Knoxville one day. We got the apple pie and coffee hungries on the way. We pulled into a little truckstop just outside of town.
Would you like to hear the story of a girl that many soldiers know. It's a tale of love and all its glory they tell it when the lights're soft and low.
They made only one of me packed me one to the box. And they'll know I've been here before I'm through. If I walk or if I crawl if I stand or if I fall let no man tell me what to do.